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[This is written in a fairly neat handwriting, in a language that may look roughly similar to Arabic to those familiar with it. The paper on the bulletin board has a small note on top, with a lot of space on the rest of the page for people to fill in as needed.]

Since we're all from different worlds and cultures I think there are a few things we should probably get sorted out as a group. First thing should probably be how to address each other. Go ahead and write your name/title/what you want to be called, your gender identifier if that's important to you, and pronouns to use for you.

Kai, he/him

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[Definitely more baffled than anything else. He loves his Legion and they love him but even their affection is tinged with deference. No one's ever addressed him like this. ]

Oh.

[How...how else do you answer that?]
I enjoy your company also.

[Hisako definitely doesn't think they're equals but Sanguinius strikes her as closer to a minor god with an imposing appearance than anything else. One of the ones that's not still normal maybe but hasn't totally detached from the lives and deaths of mortals either. She's known plenty of those. Sometimes she feels closer to her friends among them than to other Stormwings.]

Are you blushing? Tell me you're not blushing.

Hisako.

This is public.

??????

[Surely that was fine, right?]

Oh very well. Just for you.

[She draws the brush back over 'Are you blushing? Tell me you're not blushing', covering it like a censor bar. And cackles. Now it looks like she'd written something obscene.]

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[Unfortunately for her, but probably fortunately for his dignity, spluttering does not translate to a note pinned to the noteboard that well. Instead, he leaves a note for others. ]

There is nothing untoward happening here. [It's all pure as the driven snow, OKAY?]

Your tail is so pull-able. It's cute.

[When he's out of Sanguinius' presence, it's easier to tease his Prince.]

I would say not.

Good for you!

[This is not helping him reacquire his composure!]

Lady Hisako is merely being pleasant.

In her way.

That I see, lord.

[Hee hee hee hee.]

She is simply more pleasant to you than others. Surely a promising sign.

[Had he--? Did she thi--???]

I strive to be friendly to everyone. [MOSTLY it works. The SecUnit was a tragic failure he was still trying to untangle.] I am sure she is diplomatic.

I'm sure she's not. Diplomats don't pull each other's feathers that much.

It's all right to be more than friendly.

[That is deliberately ambiguous!]

Oxymorons, two:
Cherry blossoms undying
A pleasant Stormwing

[why am I writing haiku now]

[because haiku is great]

Beyond the Judge's pitiless stare, beyond the wide crocus-field half-eyed in forever twilight, the flowers of Prav are said to never fade.

[hey hisako did it hurt when u fell from heaven--]

[Hisako writes a response that has a title and counts as finished in her eyes, so it disappears on her. No one's explained this so far but she's seen it before. Scowling Hisako slaps down a pissy little scribble.]

This library hates
Extemporizing in verse!
Censored! I could bite!

You finished it?

Now it, too, has flown to Prav like all other ended tales.

Is that it? We have to take 'Unfinished' as literally as that?

You do not want to know how many veils disappeared on me when I first arrived here.

The Library is very particular.

Plagued! Ever my fate to be cast into new realms with arbitrary laws, etc etc.

So is there a finished Library on the other side of this? Or would that be impossible due to all the receiving new works? Is 'finished' the same as 'static'?

Not your first time?

Stands to reason there would be. Otherwise the Library wants us to finish stories just to annihilate them which is bad cosmology.

[He'll ACCEPT it but how distasteful.

~~also tfw ur alt has a definite answer to that one and you punch yourself not to metagame~~ ]

There seems to be degrees. I can finish things but they can't be done to my total satisfaction. Something has to be a little wrong about them.

But a different wrong from leaving a piece out or undone.

It isn't. Even with all these restrictions and small space, if my friends came this time, too, I might prefer the Library. Though, I don't think our fellow prisoners would appreciate them as cellmates.

[and... oh, no. No. How did it get this long. ...The point is that she's finding an absurdly pretentious, affected way to poke fun at herself for how often she just writes partial poems and pulls out the stops, pausing between stanzas to think of what's next.]

Kindly Balash says, you really must
submit a finished poem, said to

She, who once burned deep yellow green
Now in shouting crimson-gold, watching
The flight and fall of sunbirds
The flight and swirl of moonbirds
Uusoae's beckoning reach,
The skies lit with mortal wars
An egg trembling, incipient

Said she, All is poetry. There is no finish
Is the world left undone?

That's not my point, claims Balash
You can actually refine your work
And not just leave it there, but complete it.
Preserve it for others to see
Remember it was you who came desiring
(Conspicuous placeholder text)
You are complaining that water is wet

The truth then: I am lazy, my motivation wings away
It is easier to mid sentence

[Then up top as the title:]

THE VINDICATION OF HISAKO

Not all as charming as yourself?

[Might that be the faint sound of applause, from somewhere in the Library?]

You seem to be getting the hang of it.

Enough time here and you will be able to come back and refine what you've done.

Thank you, I put a lot of work into being cute. We tend towards the provocative and a little insular.

Well I have nothing but time.

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